Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.